I looked at my little obsession, dressed in that soft pink gown. Her scarf was wrapped carefully around her shoulders, hiding the scars on her back—the scars I remembered far too well. She thinks I don't know.
But I do.
I know everything about her. And it's about time she knows everything too.
It's time for her to heal.

I gave her four years. Four long years of space, distance, and silence. I waited like a patient predator. But tonight, it ends. Starting tomorrow, I'll claim what's mine.
She has always been mine — from the moment she turned twenty. I couldn't touch her then, but now? Now I will.

My gaze stayed locked on her as she tucked her soft curls behind her ear, only for them to fall forward again and shield her face. I watched as she bent down to read the name cards on the table, squinting slightly. I know she can't see things clearly from afar. She hates wearing her glasses—ditched them tonight, like always. But that never stops her from spending hours buried in those novels, eyes straining until they sting.

I saw her asking Ahaan's girlfriend something, her lips moving with that slight pout she makes when she's thinking hard.
God, that pout. She doesn't even realize how fucking adorable she looks doing it.
Always in her own little world — so much so that she doesn't feel the weight of my stare.
Or his.

My jaw clenched as my eyes shifted.
Raj Gupta.
That bastard's gaze was crawling all over her like a fucking disease—dragging from bottom to top, then back again. Disgust churned in my chest. I will not let him walk away untouched. He won't forget tonight.

My phone buzzed.
Rakesh — Don of Mumbai.
I was supposed to be in Mumbai tonight dealing with an important arms shipment and overseeing a new route for the gun deals. But when I heard she'd be attending this party, I dropped everything and came here in Scarsdale. I always came when she was around. Always stayed hidden.
But tonight?
Tonight, I couldn't stay in the shadows, not when that scum Raj dared to put hands on my girl.

I stepped away, answering the call and slipping through the side window.

"Boss," Rakesh's voice crackled through, low and urgent. "Shipment landed at Jawaharlal port. But there's a problem. The Kolkata route is compromised — Border Force sniffed something."

I exhaled slowly, my eyes flickering back to where she stood, clueless of the storm brewing around her.
"Divert it to the Vizag route. Pay off the customs chief. Double the amount if needed."

"It's risky. Hyderabad boys are eyeing our routes. They might hijack."

I smiled darkly. "Let them try. Tell Irfan to be ready. If one of those bastards so much as touches our crates, shoot first. Clean up later."

Rakesh grunted. "Understood, boss. What about the Italy shipment?"

"Delay it by a week. My priority right now is Mumbai's eastern corridor. And Rakesh—" my voice turned cold, "—make sure the inspector who took the bribe keeps his mouth shut. Permanently."

"Consider it done."

I cut the call without another word.

As soon as I ended the call, a heavy slap landed on my back.

Ahaan.

"Bro, what's up? How're you doing?" he grinned, way too cheerful for a man standing in the middle of a storm.

I nodded. "I'm fine."
He was my best friend since we were sixteen, back in school. My roots were tangled between two worlds — my grandmother, an Indian woman, married an American and settled in Seattle. But when she fell ill, I moved to India during my teen years to be with her. Lost her when I was eighteen.
And that's when Ahaan and I became brothers in everything but blood.

"So," he smirked, bumping his shoulder into mine, "what's the plan? You gonna brood in this corner all night while Raj the Rat undresses her with his eyes?"

My jaw ticked. "He won't have eyes by the end of the night."

Ahaan chuckled. "See, that's the spirit. I was starting to worry my mafia bro had gone soft."
His grin dropped a little.
"But seriously, Lorenzo. Don't wait too long. She's... fragile, yeah. But she's strong in ways even she doesn't know. You push, she might just push back."

I looked at him, my voice low. "She's mine. She can push. I'll still hold."

Ahaan let out a short laugh. "God, you're terrifying. No wonder half the underworld shits themselves when they hear your name."
Then he leaned in, whispering, "Just... don't forget. She's not part of that world. Keep her clean. That was the deal."

Before I could respond, another voice joined us.
Siddharth.

He clapped a hand on Ahaan's shoulder and gave me a nod. "Talking about our sleeping beauty again, are we?"

Ahaan grinned. "Of course. Loverboy here is planning to burn half of Mumbai and Scarsdale just to claim his girl."

Siddharth's eyes turned serious. "Just make sure she doesn't get caught in the fire."
His gaze met mine—steady, hard. "We already failed her once, Enzo. That night... we should've stopped it before it even began."

The weight of his words settled between us like a stone.

I exhaled, slow and sharp. "This time, no one touches her. No one even breathes near her without my say."

Ahaan, trying to lighten the mood, elbowed Siddharth. "Damn, man. Can't you let my boy have his brooding in peace? He's got his whole 'dark mafia antihero' act going on, and you come in here with your emotional guilt trip."

Siddharth smirked slightly. "Someone's got to keep the drama grounded." He turned back to me. "You claim her, fine. But when this shit with Raj blows up — and it will — you better make damn sure she stays untouched by it."

I looked between the two men. My brothers in this mess.
Both knew the stakes. Both knew what I was about to unleash.

Ahaan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, I need a drink. Why is every conversation with you two either about murder, marriage, or emotional trauma?"
He glanced toward the bar. "You want whiskey, Enzo? Or are you too busy plotting how to remove Raj's spine with a spoon?"

I cracked a rare smile. "Whiskey. And keep the spoon idea. Might use it."

Siddharth huffed a laugh. "Great. Two psychos. I'm the only sane one here."

Ahaan threw his arm around Siddharth. "Nah, you're just better at hiding your crazy. That's why we love you."

For a second, the three of us stood there — three men tangled in blood, promises, and an obsession that was about to explode.

And somewhere across the room, my girl laughed softly at something, unaware that three devils had already carved her fate in stone.

Ahaan peeled away toward the bar, still muttering about whiskey and psycho friends.
Siddharth stayed by my side, his gaze cutting through the crowd, always calculating.
But me?
My eyes found her again — like they always did. Like they always will.

She was laughing now, soft and sweet, with Ahaan's fiancée. That sound—
It did things to me.
Made the predator inside me restless.
Made the man inside me desperate.

Siddharth followed my stare and sighed under his breath. "You're too far gone, Enzo. You know that, right?"

I didn't look away. "I was gone the minute I saw her."

He grunted. "And when the world finds out? When your enemies find out what she means to you? You'll be painting a fucking target on her back."

"I'll kill them all before they even get close."
My voice came out like steel. Cold. Unforgiving.

Siddharth didn't argue. He just nodded once, the weight of reality pressing down on both of us.

Across the room, Raj was still watching her.
Too long.
Too bold.
He didn't know yet — but tonight would be the last time he looked at her like that.

I felt my phone buzz again — another call from Mumbai.
The shipment. The deal.
My empire waiting for my command.

But not tonight.
Tonight, I had only one war to fight.

Siddharth clapped my shoulder once, hard. "Whatever you do... just don't break her."
Then he walked off, leaving me with that one warning ringing in my ears.

Break her?
Never.
But claim her?
Own her until there's no space left for anyone else?
Yes.
That was always the plan.

As the music shifted and the lights dimmed for the next dance, I stepped forward.
Enough waiting.
Four years was long enough.

It was time my little obsession realized she was already mine.
She just didn't know it yet.

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There goes chapter 3 his little obsession. Do tell me how you feel about lorenzo's pov.

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